I have just spent three weeks moving house and I'm still exhausted.

• This exercised my arms and back.
• In working out what to do with the landlord and our security deposit, Strategy of Conflict was most useful guidance: we cleaned the place immaculately (including the collapsing floor in the kitchen ... it's an immaculate collapsing floor), photographed the lot when we were done and left. We know he plans to keep our deposit (he mouthed off to someone who told us), but he doesn't know that we know this. It's been five working days since end of lease - five more and he's too late to ding us for any damages he wants to take. I think he's going to be stupid. At that point I get a small claims judgement and win. All good. Then I have to actually get the money back from the right bank account of the right shell company, which will doubtless keep me amused for some time.
• Embracing the Dark Arts to get the loved one moving on shit that had to be done. Using someone's cognitive biases is okay if it's in a good cause and you describe everything you did afterwards. Possibly.
• 415 volts of three-phase applied to the teenager to get her moving on stuff. Oh wait, I just wanted to do that.

I am working on music, though in a more desultory way than I should. (Akrasia!) I am failing repeatedly and learning, and persisting in failing and learning. e.g I am still no form of musician whatsoever, so I need to get much better at doing stuff in my head before tapping it into LMMS. "Persisting in failing and learning" seems to work.

I vastly expanded a Wikipedia article yesterday. Haven't done that in a while. It was fun. Google Books has stuff from the barely-remembered mists of prehistory, that being the period before 1995.